Where freedom and mirth with the bottle unite,
To beguile all your care, and with rapture delight,
To beguile, &c.
Then hark to the call, and no longer delay;
For 'tis Comus invites ;-to his temple away;
Then hark to the call, and no longer delay;
For 'tis Comus invites; -to his temple away.
Sung by Mr. DUNSTALL.
TOW pleasant a failor's life paffes,
Who roams o'er the watery main !
No treasure he ever amasses,
But chearfully spends all his gain :
We're ftrangers to party and faction ;
To honour and honesty true;
And wou'd not commit a base action,
For power or profit in view.
Then why fhou'd we quarrel for riches,
Or any fuch glittering toys?
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches
Go thorough the world brave boys.
The world is a beautiful garden,
Enrich'd with the bleffings of life,
The toiler of plenty rewarded
Which plenty too often breeds ftrife:
When terrible tempefts affail us,
And mountainous billows affright,
No grandeur or wealth can avail us ;
But skilful industry steers right.
Then why fhou'd, &c.
The courtier's more fubject to dangers,
Who rules at the helm of the state,
Than we, who, to politics ftrangers,
Efcape the fnares laid for the great :
The various bleffings of nature
In various nations we try;
No mortals than us can be greater,
Who merrily live till we die.
Then why fhou'd, &c.
Set by Mr. BAILDON.
Sung by Mr. LowE at Mary-bone Gardens.
F love's a fweet paffion, how can it torment ?
If viter, whet tell me whence comes my con
Since I fuffer with pleasure, why fhou'd I complain,
Or grieve at my fate? fince I know 'tis in vain :
Yet, fo pleafing the pain is, fo foft is the dart,
At once it both wounds me and tickles my heart,
At once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
I grafp her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by paffionate filence I make my love known :
But oh! how I'm bleft, when fo kind the does prove,
By fome willing mistake to difcover her love!
When, in ftriving to hide, fhe reveals all her flame,
Our
eyes tell each other what neither dare name,
Our eyes, &c.
Tow pleafing is beauty! how sweet are the charms ! How delightful embraces! how peaceful her arms! Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love; 'Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above : And to beauty's bright ftandard all heroes must yield;
'Tis beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field: And to beauty's bright standard all heroes muft yield,
"Tis beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field.
ANTHE the lovely, the joy of the plain,
By Iphis was lov'd, and lov'd Iphis again; She liv'd in the youth, and the youth in the fair; Their pleasure was equal, and equal their care; No time nor enjoyment their dotage withdrew, But the longer they liv'd ftill the fonder they grew; No time no. enjoyment their dotage withdrew, But the longer they liv'd ftill the fonder they grew.
A paffion fo happy alarm'd all the plain :
Some envy'd the nymph; but more envy'd the
fwain:
Some fwore 'twou'd be pity their loves to invade ;
That the lovers alone for each other were made :
But all, all confented that none ever knew
A nymph yet fo kind, or a fhepherd so true;
But all, all, &c.
Love faw them with pleasure; and vow'd to take
Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pair :
What either did want, he bid either to move;
But they wanted nothing but ever to love;
Said 'twas all that to please them his god head
cou'd do,
That they ftill might be kind, and ftill might be
My fair, ye fwains, is gone aftray;
The little wand'rer loft her way,
In gath'ring flow'rs the other day:
Poor Phillis, poor Phillis, poor lovely Phillis.
Ah! lead her home, ye gentle fwains,
Who know an abfent lover's pains
And bring me fafely o'er the plains;
My Phillis, &c.
Conceive what tortures rack my mind;
And, if you'll be fo jaft and kind,
I'll give you certain marks to find
My Philiis, &c.
Whene'er a charming form you fee,
Serenely grave, fedately free,
And mildly gay, it must be fhe;
'Tis Phillis, &c.
Not boldly bare, or half undrefs'd,
But under cover flightly prefs'd,
In fecret plays the little breaft
Of Phillis, &c.
When fuch a heav'nly voice you hear,
As makes you think a Dryad near,
Ah! feize her, and bring home my
"Tis Phillis, &c.
The nymph, whofe perfon, void of art,
Has ev'ry grace in ev'ry part,
With murd'ring eyes, yet harmless heart,
Is Phillis, &c.
Whofe teeth are like an iv'ry row,
Whose skin is like the clearest fnow,
Whofe face like-nothing that I know,
Is Phillis, &c..
But, reft my foul, and bless your fate ;
The Gods, who form'd a piece fo neat,
So juft, exact, and fo compleat,
Proud of their hit in fuch a flow'r,
Which fo exemplifies their pow'r,
Will guard, in ev'ry dang'rous hour,
My Phillis, &c.
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